THE MOTHER
A rusty leaf lead the way
to the mighty forest
where my daughter was led astray.
As I kneel by the river
a gruesome shriek
is heard and I shiver.
Bloodstained stones
and a used-up cross,
a feverish feast on her bones.
A group of beasts,
men as they were,
used her for sexual feasts.
I heard her shriek
but I was too late,
her soul had already left the creek.
I drown in her sorrow,
I lost my beliefs,
I let go of my tomorrow,
I die among the leaves.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-12-14 at 14:12
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